So I had this seriously creepy idea about Demo Reel and Malcolm and Rachel's cameos in the Nostalgia Critic episodes.
Like, what if they're aware that they're Tacoma and Rebecca, and then all of the sudden got sucked through this flash of light and now they like, live in a house with a guy who looks like Donnie and sometimes acts like Donnie but ISN'T Donnie, and every so often he yells at them to "get your asses in here" and put on like, sailor suits or random costumes of some kind and act out a skit? And something pushes them to go along with it, but inside they know that they're Tacoma and Rebecca and this guy ISN'T Donnie but he really looks like him, and what happened to Quinn and the studio and why is Karl speaking without his accent?
And it's all very scary and tense and the few times they've tried to broach the subject with "the Nostalgia Critic" he just stares at them in confusion or yells at them to get back to work or stop bothering him?
Jesus, that's dark.
On a lighter note, I went to PAX East last night and got to see THE PROTOMEN (SQUEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!)
I worked pretty much all day, and was so tired, and didn't get in line until right as they were opening the doors. So I hung out in the back for a while on the chairs. Then I started to fight my way to the front. And I got ... wicked close. Like, four "rows" (people) back. Closer at times. There was a random mosh group that lasted about ten seconds before people and con-workers stopped them, so that knocked me back a bit but I got back to my original space eventually. Slightly off-center but pretty close. I was extremely pleased and vibrating with glee. The mosh group knocked out one of my earplugs, and I tried to get by with just the one and eventually gave up, which was fine ... but then when I left the concert my ears were ... odd. Wasn't hearing very well.
The show. Oh my god, the show. They did Act 1 songs, Act 2 songs, and then there was this really hilarious bit where they started to play "The State vs. Thomas Light" and then broke into "Don't Stop Me Now" which was 1) hilarious and 2) wonderful. So much happy energy, people dancing in place and punching the air and singing. So much FUN. I opened my mouth and screamed with a hundred voices. I raised my arm and punched the air with a hundred hands.
Then they left and everyone chanted "PROTO-MEN! PROTO-MEN! PROTO-MEN!" and then KILROY came out dressed in full Protoman regalia and sneered at us even though he was wearing a helmet that covered his whole face, and called us pathetic and challenged the band to come out and fight him, and that transitioned to "The Sons of Fate" perfectly and everyone was screaming and yelling and Protoman got stabbed by Panther ... I mean, by Megaman with a keytar and he fell into the audience and got carried away to the back and then people were leaping onto the audience while playing guitars and at some point someone opened a bottle of water and let it spray out all over the crowd and I got some in my hair and on my face and on my shirt and I was so happy and it was amazing.
And then they ended with their song from Act 3, so we left with an upbeat power ballad instead of having chanted "we are the dead" over and over, which would have been depressing.
No wait they ended with "Due Vendetta." Of course they did. Screaming the names of the robot masters was pretty dang awesome, I must say. My voice was hoarse from singing and screaming. My arms were sore from punching the air. My right leg, for some reason, was sore.
Then, in line for cabs, a guy going somewhere near my campus and I teamed up to split a cab, but once we got to my campus he was like "tell you what, pass it along, and I'll pay for this." So I got out and he left in the cab for his stop, paying for the whole thing. WOW. What a nice man! His name was Tristan and he was very nice. I'm not sure how to "pass it along" though. Like, karmically, how does that work? Is there a time limit? What do I do?! *panics*
Anyways, it was glorious, I got some decent sleep, was at a film shoot for roughly 8 hours today, and now I'm sore and sweaty and sleepy and I've got a pile of work to do that will probably not get done. I'll just eat some cereal and sleep.
Because tomorrow night ... I'm seeing the Protomen again. In Cambridge. Hells yes!